Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.